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stone #9

John M. Roll, 63
Gabriel Zimmerman, 30
Christina Green, 9
Dorothy Morris, 76
Dorwin Stoddard, 76
Phyllis Schneck, 79

it’s not a stone
it’s a country
and it’s sinking

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part of a river of stones

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stone #8

outside my window
is a scuttling crab
in his winter tuke, pacing
— if that’s the word —
back and forth, counting off
the first bar of a jazz tune

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part of a river of stones

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stone #7

as I listen to Jane Ira Bloom’s
dancing soprano saxophone,
I’m reminded again why I chose
to play this instrument, despite its
“small window of accuracy” —
because the whole world
is through that window

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part of a river of stones

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stone #6

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today my brain is more spoon than blade
rounded and dull in my unslept head
still, I’ll grind it against the whetstone
sharpen my wits for what’s ahead

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part of a river of stones

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stone #5

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walking past the coffee shop
where my friends used to work

the coffee may still be brewing
but the warmth is gone

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Part of a river of stones.

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stone #4

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your face has frozen
like your mom always said

or is that a pasted-on smile?

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Part of a river of stones.

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stone #3

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Talking Heads’ advice is to Stop Making Sense
that’s easy wisdom to accept — it’s been years
since I had any idea what was going on

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Part of a river of stones.

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stone #2

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the wood floors are shining
even the dust is put away
waiting for uncertain company

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Part of a river of stones.

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stone #1

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Like so many good ideas these days, I got this one from my friend Carolee Sherwood. Further explanation of the idea of stones can be foudn at a river of stones.

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Richard Hawley’s “Last Orders”

shimmers through my basement apartment

I wait for my friend to come

drink peppermint tea

this time when Janus beckons

I’ll follow him through the door

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